I like to play blackjack. I'm not addicted to gambling, I'm addicted to sitting in a semi-circle.

 

Acid was my favorite drug. When me and my friends would trip on acid, we used to go into the woods, cause there was less of a chance that we'd run into an authority figure. But we ran into a bear, that was even more of a buzz-kill. There was my friend Duane, raising his right hand, swearing to help prevent forest fires. We got away from the bear, he puts his arm around me and says "Mitchel, Smokey is way more intense in person."

 

I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

 

So is the bear the hero in this amoral tale (tail)?

 

I had a stick of Carefree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality.

 

all things head towards entropy

 

" When someone hands me a Flyer its like der sayin " Here you throw this away "

long lost last current sig quote of his

 

If the bear is in Billings, Montana, then yes.

 

The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how much I play, I'll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once. They're f@#king relentless.